You might be quite bored
But don’t make the same mistake
Do NOT dye your hair

She spent her time daydreaming
Of who she thought he was
Wishing she could be wrapped up in his arms
Safe and secure
She thought his sugar-coated words were for her
But in the end she was wrong
So she keeps up a front
And tells herself she's OK
But she cries when she's alone in the car
Because she didn't know how to make him stay

I never was a morning person
I despised being up before eight
Getting up for school was torture
And hearing my alarm clock go off filled me with hate
Not only do I like sleeping in
I’m a night owl as well
I work best late at night
And if you look at when I publish, you can probably tell
It wasn’t until I stayed up all night
And saw the sun come up behind the trees
I watched the world come alive
And the morning became beautiful to me
I opened my window
And felt the rising sun kiss my face
I listened as a breeze was blowing
And heard the birds chirp as they broke out of a sleepy haze
It was in that moment that I knew
No matter how much I loved my sleep
Mornings were beautiful too

Such an ironic thing
To be a hopeless romantic
But scared of relationships
I mean, come on, isn’t that just cruel
I just want to love and be loved
But I’m scared to act a fool
I do my best
To keep my head on straight
And yet at the thought of falling in love
I hyperventilate
And when I finally get over it
And take a leap of faith
Just to put my feelings out there
My hope gets snatched away
I’m not asking for much, I swear
Just late nights
And date nights
With someone loving
Who really cares
And yet when that person comes along
I chicken out and run away
And when the next one comes, and I think I’m ok
They don’t feel the same way
So I’ve decided to stay true to myself
I’ll know it when the right one comes along
And with prayer I’ll make sure it’s not wrong
And when I do
I can promise you
I’ll love fully and endlessly
Beautifully and selflessly
Hopelessly but not blindly

Steady, ready, full steam ahead
I may be scared
But I can just turn around if I hit a dead end
My life is beginning
And every single day
I have the chance to change my life
It might seem small
Or insignificant
But every minute detail has some sentiment
And I may think that life will always be the same
But even a week from now
I’ll look back and say
Look at me! I’ve come a ways!
I stumbled there
And I messed up here
But I carried on and I wiped my tears

Ugh! I cannot write!
Concepts floating in my head
But can’t find the words

There are often words that I'm scared to say
And in truth I am not brave
So I practice these words when I am alone
In the shower
And saying them aloud reminds me that words have power
I practice them again
Over and over
As if I was reciting them to a lover
I'll probably never say them to anyone else
But at least I get them off my chest
Instead of leaving them in my head as a jumbled mess